The Capitol Docks

*Ezdret laughs*

_f c_urse n_t! I'm t_king y_u t_ the h_spit_l. _ls_...

*She looks at Eridan, slumped on her shoulder, her face serious again*

If you tell anyone about my powers, I will kill you and everyone you told, man, woman, and child alike.

*She goes back to her usual grin almost immediately*

But I like y_u s_ d_n't tell any_ne, k_y?

*Eridan looks somber*

youre givvin me the choice betwween betrayin my friends or betrayin my friends
an here i thought you wwere bein compasionate

*Ezdret snorts and rolls her eyes*

B_h, n_ w_y! Here, I'll m_ke y_u _ de_l. If I ever get _n _ssignment t_ kill _ne _f y_ur friends, I'll c_me t_ y_u first! If y_u c_n be_t me in _ duel, I'll le_ve with_ut m_king _ fuss. _nd if y_u l_se, _t le_st y_u tried t_ st_p me.

*She gives him a big smile and takes a stance*

I'm _b_ut t_ w_rp us _ll the w_y t_ the h_spit_l s_ br_ce y_urself.

*Eridan gives a determined nod at her proposal. Seems like her self-confidence makes her pretty reasonable to bargain with at any rate*

hold on ivve got one
no twwo more questions wwhile wwe can still talk freely

*Ezdret nods and relaxes her stance, laying down Eridan on a nearby rock so he can lean up*

*Eridan at this point is starting to find it a little weird to be moved around the place like a wiggler, but decides to keep this to himself. His expression turns serious*

from wwhat i gather youre not particularly fanatic about the endemic cause or your boss else you wwouldnt be playin so fast an loose
nor do you havve some wweird obsession wwith killin people or wwe wwouldnt be havvin this chat
wwhich leads me to wwonder
wwhat it is that made you choose this line a wwork

*Ezdret taps her lip, thinking*

It'd pr_b_bly be bec_use, bef_re y_u _rrived _ sweep _g_, I w_s indebted to my b_ss. _lth_ugh _t this p_int I reck_n th_t's been rep_id. _s _f n_w, I supp_se I w_rk f_r him bec_use I feel like it.

*It takes a moment for Eridan to respond*

really thats it
not gonna lie thats a rather rubbish reason to be a terrorist

*Ezdret shrugs, looking indifferent*

It gives me _n excuse t_ fight pe_ple, _nd the benefits _ren't th_t b_d.

*She shrugs, then makes an impatient motion*

Re_dy t_ g_ yet?

question number TWWO

*-Eridan says with about as much theatrics as one can manage with only head movements. Then he turns a bit more serious again*

do you havve somethin i can call you other than telleportin knife chick
doesnt havve to be your real name naturally
maybe you got some ovverly dramatic assassin name like nightblade or wwhisperwwind or wwhat havve you i dont knoww

*She grins and strikes a dramatic pose*

There _re s_me wh_ c_ll me.... WHISPERING DE_TH!

*She holds the pose for about 10 seconds before bursting into laughter*

N_h just kidding, f_ke n_mes _re dumb. C_n y_u im_gine if I h_d s_me dumb c_den_me like Du_lsc_r _r s_mething? Th_t'd be l_me _s fuck! Just c_ll me Ez.

*She picks up Eridan*

_nd th_ts the l_st _f y_ur questi_ns! Here we g_.

*Eridan opens his mouth to reply...then closes it again, and resorts to muttering least its better than mindfang under his breath*

*Ezdret rapid warps away*

Innsta shakily stepped forward to take a better look at the weapon.
Hey wait- if that? *is, frick.- Is that eridan's gun???

I? Guess??? I'm not really a big gun person but- like.
Innsta cocked her head to the side, puzzled.
What's it doing all the way out here though? Shouldn't, ya know, Eridan have it?

Innsta immediately froze and pointed at Esdret.
You're. You're responsible? Wait- what did you do?? When did Eridan's limbs get messed up? Did you kill him? no wait, you said bring it back so i guess he's not dead yet but-
Innsta rubbed her temples and groaned in frustration.
Ok wait. Can you explain to me what's happening.

Innsta takes a step back, holding up her hands defensively.
But wait. Why were you fighting? I though he had some boat thing he was starting today?

Innsta's face flushed blue, eyes wide, stammering.
O-oh! I um. That's- I mean- I would- Oh gosh.

well, that was less eventful than expected

The seaworn planks of the docks creak as Vitrid's perfectly cleaned shoes, plus those of his entirely irrelevant travelling companions, step off the boat and and make for dry land. With some cautious glances around, the self-declared liberator pulls out a pocket watch for cursory examination.

looks like it should be around time
let's see whose lipstick she's go#en on herself this time

He re-pockets the watch and sits down on the nearest bollard, in what could have been a casual manner were it not for him shifting uncomfortably every two seconds.